Fields of Gold

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left
We’ll walk in the fields of gold
We’ll walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold

—Sting

✥❆✥❆✥❆✥❆✥

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  1. I love this! One of my favorite songs by one of my favorite singers. Thanks!

    ~Donna~
    http://www.amazon.com/dp/B002ZNJL78

    • One of mine too, Donna. And particularly Eva Cassidy’s rendition.

  2. When Sting wrote this, he was at their estate, LakeHouse, in Wiltshire England, six miles north of Salisbury. Trudie would ride her horse “Jay” and the whole family would tromp west of the house, to following that little road which, leads off on a footpath, then north, toward Stonehenge. It was a sort of tradition to go there, usually after dinner. Along the way, they would walk past huge fields of barley…. and the kids, very young then (and rather feral), would run in it, playing. It was there he was happiest, and with that golden inspiration, wandered down to his little “boathouse”, to write the lyrics. Trudie absolutely loved it. Twenty years later now, that song is STILL one of her favorites. It is a happy memory for her and she knows they are a very lucky couple to have each other and still be madly in love!


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